~Structure~

Her porcelain lips shimmer in the twilight
Softly awaiting the kiss all too long deserved
Now it seems she is still waiting
A princess with a humble self image
Being cherished from afar
Without knowledge
Building a value of himself is dragging the chain
Yet time refuses to slow or be detained
Until the reality becomes a known
Aspects of mentality can be adjusted
Yet we may never know
Preconceived ideas are all we have
And without looking beyond
We may never know the possibilities
The sun will rise
Tunes will fly
What will be
Already is
Just waiting to be found
Moments overlooked
Years of wisdom and misdirection
Creation of the depths of the chord's structure.